Chapter 115 The Death of Li Lang (2) The Dead Cannot Be Bring Back to Life
Zhuang Shutong's personality was very similar to Li Yang's. When they were in Songshan Town, the father and daughter doted on her in everything. Even if she just frowned, her father would have to coax her for a long time.
"Mother, what's wrong? Don't scare me, what's wrong with you?" Li Yang hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief to wipe away his mother's tears, but her eyes seemed to have opened a floodgate, and hot tears kept rolling down her cheeks.
Finding it in the way, Li Yang threw away her handkerchief and knelt up straight. She wiped away Zhuang Shutong's tears haphazardly with both hands. "Mother, Mother, what's wrong with you? Tell me, I'm Zhaozhao, I'm Zhaozhao."
Upon hearing the name 'Zhao Zhao', Zhuang Shutong's eyes flickered, "Zhao Zhao."
Seeing her mother react, Li Yang nodded hurriedly, disregarding the tears welling up in her eyes from fright, "It's me, it's me, it's Zhao Zhao."
"Zhaozhao, my Zhaozhao." Zhuang Shutong reached out her hands to her face and pressed down on Li Yang's hands. "Zhaozhao."
"Mother, it's me, it's me."
"Zhao Zhao." Zhuang Shutong looked at her, her eyes suddenly filled with sorrow, "Zhao Zhao, you have no father anymore."
As soon as she spoke, she seemed unable to hold back any longer and burst into tears.
"Mother, Mother, what are you saying?" Li Yang was stunned for a moment. "Father, what's wrong?"
"Your father... he's gone... Zhao Zhao." Zhuang Shutong's shouts bombarded Li Yang's ears.
Li Yang's mind went blank. Boom—the scene before her eyes blurred, and she could only tremble with her lips, unable to speak. In her eyes, worry turned into confusion, and then disbelief.
"Mother." But she didn't know what she wanted to say.
Zhuang Shutong was lying on her shoulder, in great pain, with hot tears streaming down her neck. She held her daughter's shoulders tightly with both hands, using them for support.
Li Yang felt a thunderous roar in her ears and a tremendous weight on her shoulders, almost pressing her down so hard she couldn't straighten her knees.
A pair of hands fell to his sides, then slowly climbed up his mother's arm. "Mom, what are you talking about? Dad is missing, isn't he? We haven't found him yet."
Upon hearing her words, Zhuang Shutong wept even more bitterly.
She cried so hard that she fainted. The old woman quickly helped her lie down and then said to Li Yang, "Miss."
Li Yang seemed not to hear, still kneeling straight by the bed, letting his tears fall freely onto his body and the floor.
“Zhaozhao”.
Unable to dissuade Li Yang, the old woman drew back the bed curtains and invited Chen Junbai into the room. Seeing Li Yang's dazed appearance, the newcomer quickly stepped forward to help her up by the shoulder.
Kneeling for so long, he still couldn't come to his senses, and Li Yang's body slumped to the ground.
Chen Junbo quickly supported her under her armpits with both hands and helped her sit in the chair.
"What happened?" he asked the old woman urgently, turning to her.
The old woman stammered and hesitated for a long time, unable to explain herself clearly. Just as Chen Junbai was about to press her for an explanation, Zhuang Ziyang entered the room, supported by a servant. He glanced at the bed and saw the bed curtains drawn. "Asleep?"
The old woman said, "Yes, sir."
Zhuang Ziyang closed his eyes and nodded, then waved for everyone to leave before shakily walking towards Chen Junbai and the other man.
Seeing Li Yang's distraught appearance, Zhuang Ziyang frowned deeply, his lips drained of color.
Seeing this, Chen Junbo helped Li Yang sit further into the chair, then stood up and helped Zhuang Ziyang sit down next to him.
"grandfather."
Zhuang Ziyang paused for a moment, then spoke in a trembling voice, "This afternoon, someone carried a blood-stained stretcher outside the mansion."
Upon hearing this, Li Yang couldn't catch his breath and slumped to one side.
After another flurry of activity, Zhuang Ziyang settled the mother and daughter into bed. He then grabbed Chen Junbai's hand and said, "The person lying on the stretcher has no healthy flesh on her body. Her joints have been broken. She looks like she can't even lift herself up."
He choked up, "Zhao Zhao's mother only glanced at her, and she ended up like this."
Chen Junbo grasped Zhuang Ziyang's hand in return, "Who is it?"
"It's Li Lang."
After saying this, Zhuang Ziyang lowered his head and wept, supporting himself with one hand on his knee and raising the other hand, which swayed weakly.
It seemed he couldn't bear to say any more.
Upon hearing this, Chen Junbo was shocked.
No wonder Zhao Zhao was so distraught after entering the house.
He had heard Bi Fang mention that after Zhao Zhao received the embroidered ball, she kept talking about "parents reuniting". The little girl had endured all these years with this thought in mind, and even after arriving at the Chen family, she endured the difficulties caused by her mother and still insisted on fulfilling the two-year agreement.
After Zhao Zhao and her mother were reunited, the two became even closer. Li Yang once whispered in bed that he hoped the family could be reunited soon, and she generously wanted to share her parents with him.
In her description, Zhao Zhao's parents were such a good couple, never arguing or quarreling.
But her father died.
And they died in such a horrific way.
He looked at the mother and daughter lying in the bed. Zhao Zhao's face was covered in tears. He didn't dare to think about what would happen when the other woman woke up and found out about this.
"Grandfather, has the body been buried?" Chen Junbai asked softly.
Zhuang Ziyang just shook his head, "Shu Tong held on, refusing to let anyone handle the body."
Chen Junbo nodded.
The two men stared at the two women lying unconscious on the bed, their shrewd schemes now completely shattered.
When Zhuang Shutong slowly woke up, she saw her father and son-in-law sitting in the room. She felt something soft beside her and turned her head to see her daughter lying on the inside with her eyes closed, seemingly not at ease.
The desolation in my heart seemed to sprout a few green shoots from the cracks, and my eyes regained some vitality, only to turn into a sour feeling.
Zhuang Ziyang saw that she had woken up, "Shu Tong."
He wanted to persuade Zhuang Shutong to bury Li Lang as soon as possible, but he didn't know how to bring it up.
"Father, close the coffin." Zhuang Shutong had barely uttered the words when tears streamed down her face again.
"Don't let Zhaozhao see this." She choked up as she finished speaking.
Li Lang died such a tragic death!
The man who doted on her and loved her now lies quietly on a stretcher, as if telling her, "It doesn't hurt." This fool, her body is covered in wounds, how could she not be in pain? He even tried to deceive her!
He left, and she became a widow!
That bastard, how dare he, how dare he let himself become a widow!
They promised to be together for life, she said, not even for a day less, yet he dared to leave this world.
She will never forgive him in this life, in the next, and in all her future lives!
Her Zhao Zhao lost her father, how could Li Lang bear to do that!
Zhao Zhao is so well-behaved and adorable, how could he bear to leave his daughter behind...
Just thinking about it made her nose turn red, and her tears flowed even more profusely.
He slowly clenched his fist. Damn it!
Warm tears fell onto the thin brocade quilt, staining the crimson fabric with tiny plum blossoms.
"Okay." Zhuang Ziyang's voice was hoarse.
Chen Junbo hesitated for a moment before setting off to explain the matter.
If Zhaozhao wakes up, she wants to see her father one last time...
However, as Zhuang Ziyang just said, I'm afraid that after seeing it, Zhao Zhao will be heartbroken beyond belief.
Chen Junbo was torn between his conscience and his conscience. He dared not make a decision for Zhaozhao, but he truly felt sorry for his wife.
At the time, she also said that her parents were both her parents, and since they loved and doted on her, they would definitely dote on her husband as well.
The Zhuang family mansion was shrouded in gloom.
The second prince's study was in complete disarray.
These past few days, Xuan Ying had been diligently hiding in the jujube tree of the farm to gather information. Today, he witnessed Li Lang's body, tortured beyond recognition, lying limply on the stretcher.
Li Lang was once a top-ranking bodyguard under the Second Prince, protecting the Second Prince Li Zhen since childhood, and was therefore much older than the others.
Even the Second Prince himself addressed him as "Brother Lang." Not to mention the later members of the Black-Clad Guards. When Brother Lang disappeared overnight, the Second Prince was furious.
Soon after, the Second Prince stopped mentioning the matter.
Now, seeing the hero he had admired since childhood die such a tragic death, Xuan Ying felt dizzy and almost lost his balance, about to fall off the tree.
Fortunately, he managed to regain his composure at the last moment and, with the iron will of a Black-Clad Guard, rushed into the Second Prince's study.
Upon seeing his master, his knees buckled, and he knelt down, bursting into tears.
Upon hearing this, Li Zhen was greatly alarmed and staggered out of his desk.
Clutching Xuan Ying's collar tightly, she exclaimed, "You're saying he's dead?!"
"Yes." Xuan Ying's eyes welled up with tears, and she couldn't bear to say another word.
The veins on the hands at the collar bulged and trembled uncontrollably. Xuan Ying endured Li Zhen's rage, his heart filled with grief.
Li Zhen sat slumped on the ground, unable to utter a single word.
Xuan Yingfu knelt down again, "Please, Your Highness, avenge Lang Ge!"
Li Zhen slowly raised his head and looked at Xuan Ying. He had asked him to go to the Fourth Prince's residence to rescue Li Lang more than once. It was his repeated waiting that led to Lang Ge's death.
After Li Lang left, Xuan Ying became the new top bodyguard. Having grown up together, Xuan Ying had always addressed him as "Master," but today he called him "Your Highness," his voice filled with anguish, demanding that he avenge Li Lang.
Li Zhen laughed out loud, then gradually burst into laughter, "You actually dare to die, Li Lang, just watch and see how I drag those people out and slice them to pieces one by one."
The following day, it rained heavily.
From the side hall of the Zhuang family, cries of anguish pierced the air like long blades.
Under the dark tiled roof, Xuanmo clenched his fists as if wounded by a tearing blade, covering his face with his fists to wipe away the water curtain.
As his gaze fell, the young woman under the eaves broke free from the restraints of the person behind her and headed straight for the coffin. Even with her arms outstretched, she could not protect the dark coffin.
"Father, Father—"
Li Yang shouted, his voice breaking, "Father, come out! Come out! Stop hiding, come out now!"
A pair of hands pounded on the coffin, crying out, "Father, Father, don't you want your daughter anymore? Come out, come out!" Suddenly, she turned around and shouted to the people inside, "Open it, open it, let me see my father. Mother, tell them to open it! Mother, Mother, Father is here!"
Her mother sat listlessly on the stool, her body wrapped in a white sash, her face even paler than the white headband she wore. Her eyes were fixed, unsure of where they were looking, and tears streamed down her face.
There was no other expression on that face.
"Mother, please tell them to open the coffin, Mother..."
Chen Junbo hurriedly stepped forward to support Li Yang and gently advised her, "Zhao Zhao, your mother-in-law is also suffering, so let your father-in-law rest in peace."
"No, no, my father isn't dead. He's the best, how could he be dead? Please, let them open the coffin, Chen Junbo, I beg you, please let them open it."
Upon seeing this, Zhuang Ziyang turned away and wiped his tears.
Chen Junbo knelt beside Li Yang, pressing her head into his arms, offering silent comfort.
Only a few guards stood watch at the entrance to the side courtyard, and only a few servants passed through. Upon seeing the scene inside, they all lowered their heads and hurried past. When they left the courtyard, all of them had tears in their eyes.
Li Yang was held in Chen Junbo's arms, her sobs muffled and heavy, her mouth only able to murmur, "Father isn't dead, my father isn't dead, please let them open the coffin..."
Tears welled up in Chen Junbo's eyes as he danced wildly, tilting his head slightly back and tightly holding the woman in his arms.
The old woman beside Zhuang Shutong kept patting her back, "Miss, you mustn't cry like that, you'll hurt your eyes."
No amount of persuasion could stop Zhuang Shutong's tears from flowing freely. The old woman hurriedly used her handkerchief to catch them, saying, "Miss, Miss, don't cry."
Seeing this, Zhuang Ziyang walked shakily to his daughter's side, squatted down, and said, "Shutong, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Don't cry and ruin your health."
As he spoke, he patted the other person's shoulder, but Zhuang Shutong let him do as he pleased without reacting.
"Shutong, Shutong." Seeing her reaction, Zhuang Ziyang couldn't help but pat her shoulder again.
Suddenly, Zhuang Shutong blinked and squeezed out the last tear, swallowing what was either bitterness or tears, her face twitching as she said, "Father, I'm alright." Then she slowly turned to the two people kneeling beside the coffin and said, "Zhaozhao, don't cry. Everyone dies eventually. Send your father off on his final journey properly."
After saying that, she got up and left the side courtyard by herself.
Seeing this, the old woman behind her quickly caught up and followed behind her.
Zhuang Ziyang stood up, took a deep breath, nodded slightly, and tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at the backs of the two men.
"Zhaozhao, give your father-in-law a proper send-off, so he doesn't leave in peace." Chen Junbo, his breathing calmed, gently coaxed Li Yang.
But the little girl just kept sobbing, "But, Daddy isn't dead, he couldn't possibly be dead..."
Seeing his granddaughter's state, Zhuang Ziyang couldn't help but frown. "Zhaozhao, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Your father is gone." After a pause, he said to Chen Junbai, "Ziqian, take her to rest."
"Yes, Grandfather." He then helped Li Yang up to leave.
Li Yang suddenly turned around and grabbed the supporting leg of the coffin, refusing to let go. No matter how much Chen Junbai tried to persuade her, she refused to leave the room where her father was.
Seeing the scene before him, Xuan Ying inexplicably flicked a pebble from his hand, and saw the girl opposite him collapse and be carried away in someone's arms.
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